Score

Kevin watched as the old man struggled to reach his untied shoe. He offered to help him.

As he knelt down and began, he didn’t see the long knife secreted inside the old man’s long coat. He had only to stab Kevin once to score his 102^nd murder.

As Kevin lay on the vacant sidewalk, unconscious and bleeding out, the old man got up and walked away. As he did, he withdrew a cellphone from his pocket and dialed a number.

“People are such suckers,” he smiled, “It’s your turn and you’re still behind. Call me when you score. Ciao.”